As Sam let herself into CID, after dropping off the decorations at Phil's, she was surprised to be met by Jack, Kezia, Stuart, Mickey and Zain.
'I tried calling you this morning,' Jack began, by way of a greeting. 'but your phone was engaged, so I had to go ahead without you.'
'Go ahead with what?' Sam questioned.
'Setting up an operation at one of the warehouses on the Marsh Lane industrial estate.' He informed her, pressing the others towards the door.
'Oh ok, well I'll just drop these on my desk,' she held up the files she was carrying, 'and you can fill me in on the way.' She headed towards her office.
'No, Sam I don't think you understand me' Jack's words stopped her in her tracks. 'Everything is in place. We're ready to go now, there's no time to get you in on this. If anything comes in you'll have to work with Phil.'
'Oh, ok. Well just keep me up to speed. If you can.' She added. She sounded disappointed but the DCI didn't have time to care about her feelings. He had a job to do. He headed out of the room with his team.
The door slammed loudly behind them and snapped Sam out of her thoughts.
'Bloody typical. Four days we've been sat in this office. Four days, with nothing more than drunk and disorderly scumbags, and a couple of counts of possession. She rambled on to herself whilst pottering about the. The feeling that someone was watching crept over her. She spun around.
'Phil!' She lat out a scream and he stifled a smile. 'What are you doing here? You look dreadful.'
'Thanks. You don't look too healthy yourself.' He retorted, jokingly.
'I know' she sighed. 'I guess neither of us got to much sleep last night.'
'Oh yeah? Do I know him?' Phil teased.
'Alright, calm down, I'm sorry for judging you. Seriously, you don't look well. Maybe you should go home. Cancel the party.'
'No way! I'm staying here, even if I just do paperwork. I'm going to be at my party…and so are you.' He finished.
'I will if I'm still awake at eight o'clock. Where should we start? She dropped into the chair beside Phil and began leafing through his papers.
'Are you going to help me?' He was astounded.
'Oh don't you worry. This is simply a case of 'you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.' She smiled coyly.
'You're on' he replied with a mischievous smile.